My first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in nebraska.
BECCA FITZPATRICKMy first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in nebraska.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI had fun last night,” i told patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. “i’m officially on love with your sheets.” “that the only thing you’re in love with?” “nope. Your mattress, too.” some smile crept into patch’s eyes. “my bed’s an open invitation.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWe don’t have an address,” i said, “but we do know where he works.” “are you thinking what i’m thinking?” vee asked, eyes brightening briefly through the haze of chemical sedation. “based on past experience, i hope not.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHank had left me his doomed army, and hed left marcie his inheritance. Unfair didnt begin to cover it.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIm really starting to like all this spy work, vee said. When my normal life gets boring, all i have to do is sidle up next to you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou smell good, too, said patchit’s called a shower. I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, i turned sideways. Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.Naked. I know the drill.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI needed him like i’d never needed anyone.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHang on, did you just call me angel?” “if i did?
BECCA FITZPATRICKVee never needed a reason to do something stupid. Sad thing was, most of the time i didn’t either.
BECCA FITZPATRICKDont panic, i thought. But already my breathing was faster, shallower. You mean you can feel happy or sad or desire. A barely-there smile.
BECCA FITZPATRICKJev stroked his chin. “do i look like a summer fling?
BECCA FITZPATRICKI shook my head. I dont think so. This isnt a good idea. This isnt right. Theres all kinds of right, he murmured. On the spectrum, were still in the safe zone. … Definitely right. Usually right, patch continued. Mostly right. Maybe right.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIf you need one more reason, i love you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe guy i’ve got my eye on happens to be hot. Off-the-charts hot. Hotter-than-patch hot.’ she paused. ‘well maybe not that hot. Nobody’s that hot.
BECCA FITZPATRICKCitizen’s arrest,” he said. “well, that, and patch told me to.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou’re crazy. You’re impossible.’ ‘i’m crazy?’ he tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. ‘and i must be crazy for putting up with it.
BECCA FITZPATRICK